-Issue 95-
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"Green Complaint" - for you
Text | Grade 21 College of Letters Yin Menglin
Audio | Grade 20 College of Education Qin Xuyao
Photography | Grade 21 College of Letters Yin Menglin
Born in Dalian, growing up in Dalian, I have never felt that "wind" is a strange natural phenomenon, as if there is a wind every day in Dalian, whether it is a gentle breeze, or a "demon wind" that blows you so much that you can't find the southeast, southwest, and northwest, I am used to the existence of the wind.
In Dalian, no matter where you are, it seems that if you travel in any direction for a while, you will always find a beach. Stationed on the shore of the sand, in addition to the layers of waves rolled up by the ocean, the deepest impression is the wet, salty sea breeze, with different moods in the face of the gentle and strong sea breeze, there will always be different moods, close to me, and then slowly soak into my heart. The gentle sea breeze is not in order, and I have never thought of defining it with my own rules, where there is a sea, there is always a wind, its existence will give me happiness, and the scenery that I have not felt in front of me is the best gift I expected.
Where else can you trace the wind? Of course, in the eyes of people who regard Dalian as a foreign land, when the school started in the autumn breeze season, one day the students in the dormitory province suddenly said to me: "Dalian has a lot of wind and innocence, and we don't feel any wind every day there." These words made me realize that I seemed to have unconsciously become accustomed to the different winds of Dalian every day, the spring wind and the warm wind, the hot summer wind, the cool autumn wind, the cold winter wind, and the varied wind gave me a new response in each different corner.
The beautiful style of the Liaoshi, the natural oxygen bar of the West Mountain, every night at the end of the class, the way back to bed indicates the end of the day, the evening wind blows gently, and I taste the spring breath brought by the mountain wind on the road. The arrival of "spring" seems to have everything come to life, and every tomorrow is full of hope. The spring wind is not impatient, it can soothe the rush and fatigue of the day, it brings me the fragrance of the earth of all things, it brings me the spring meaning of the birds singing in the branches, it passes to me the thoughts of distant families and the wish for peace, it brings the news of the final spring blossom to my ears... This winter has been so long that I can't remember the last time I breathed free air, but the spring breeze has begun, and I believe that spring will come soon.
Thinking back to the cold wind of last winter, the approaching severe situation, the door of the bedroom that could not be stepped on, the cold wind whistling between the buildings, and uneasiness surrounded every homesick child. The cold wind blew me dizzy, like an ice knife cut in my face, and the carefully shaped hair before going out could not escape the fate of becoming a chicken nest before entering the door. Walking on the road, wrapping up the coat and burying your head in the head is the norm, I am afraid that the cold wind will drill into my clothes from which gap to kiss my skin, faster than anyone, I will hear the sound of spitting in a piece of language - no matter how sunny the day is useless, today the wind is too big to away! Whenever I hear such words, I think of the days when I was in high school, even if the northwest wind was blowing, I would not stop running exercises, but I was also fully prepared for the fact that I was now rushing from the dormitory building to the classroom against the cold wind.
It's not been a long time since I've been in Liaoshi, it's only been two seasons I've felt here, the wind tells different stories on different days and nights, and where it appears, I always have a whole new experience. The wind is free, and no one can define the shape of the wind, because it is impossible, and naturally no one will try to do it.
I really like the moment when the wind rises!
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